My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre Testo

And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl.
Every shortcoming's a pitfall.
On my way to makin amends
Within myself to be (to be what I became).
Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
Butt I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up.
I lick my wounds trying to clease the infection.
Rabid and diseased,
Reality fades away.
When I pushed myself too far,
A dream of emotional perfection
Has left a wounded heart.
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me,
It❝s like squeezing the trigger,
It❝s like opening fire
On everyone who❝s let me down,
On every beautiful lie that is (that is only fiction)
Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
Butt I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up
For the first time,
I❝m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.
For the first time,
I❝m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.